Are you better off?

Wow, it's been a while.  About a week to be exact.  A total of 22 posts, 1,834 page views, and eight followers later, this year of blogging has come to an end.  I will most likely continue with these random posts to the internet, for I have actually found them enjoyable.  They have allowed me to vent and be the person I want to be.  Yes, I still continue do this in person, but there is something better about being able to do this without knowing if people I know personally are reading it.  These have allowed me to express my personality to people possibly around the world (probably not though).

When I found out that we were starting a blog, I was both embarrassed and frustrated.  Partially because most bloggers are mothers of five or vegans, and I wasn't keen on the requirements for our posts.  I had a hard time coming up with a theme of my blog.  But I finally settled on the greatest one of all: no theme.  Why be tied down to just talking about one subject?  I have multiple themes I considered, so might as well do all of them.

My first couple of posts were just rants that I've held onto since the beginning of time.  Throughout this mini e-journey, I found that entertaining people is what I love to do.  This has allowed my to find out a lot about myself through what I have written.  They have let me express personal experiences, embarrassing or not, that might help someone or make them happy.  That, I believe, is what social media is for.  Not to bring people down, but to lift them up.

Nine months later, I have a child.  Just kidding, but I am still the Parks and Recreation loving teenage girl who is in fact less than average, but I feel my confidence this year has gone up a lot.  I've tried out for things I never would of, made new relationships with people I have never met, and overall gotten more mature (I think).  I have always had a self confidence issue, but I feel that this year I made a huge shift.  My family has always thought I had a talent in entertaining and humor, but I didn't really believe them until this year.  I have gotten so many positive comments about this blog and the things I express on it.  To whoever is reading this without the main purpose to grade me on it (you're still cool though, Mr. Parker), thank you.  I am still not very well known, but I got a lot farther with this silly little blog than I ever would've thought.

Don't get me wrong, I am still that one girl in the class that still thinks 'welcome to chili's' is funny and photoshops pictures of herself with the pope, but this year has been a big one for me.  Mikelle out.

(Francis and I on Mt. Everest creds to me)

R.I.P. Squillium Fancy Pants III

Today is a sad day.  On April 21st, 2016, my best friend, partner in crime, and companion passed away.  He was such a good man, who died way too young.  He had a lot of sass, and loved to be fed.  He was my favorite and only fish, and I have so many stories with him (well, not that many).

Once, I came home from school and it was feeding day.  I went through the normal routine of trying to get his food out of the little container thing, spilling it everywhere, trying to get it back in, and repeating the process.  I held the food close to the top of the water, and held it there to wait for hi o swim over to my hand.  But, apparently Squilly was a little more hungry today, and didn't want to mess around.  He jumped the couple of centimeters out of the water and got the food out of my fingers.  He almost bit me, do fish even have teeth?!? (answer here)  He then proceeded to go about his business and swim back into his little purple flower home I bought him.

I always felt bad for Squilly, because he was discriminated a lot throughout his life time.  You see, Squilly is a converted Buddhist who wasn't allowed to express his religion.  The tank simply wasn't big enough to fit the little buddha I found at PetSmart.  The oppressive dictatorship this country possesses did not permit Squilly to worship his beliefs like the rest of us.  All he wanted was to be seen as an equal.  Society, man.

When I found his sad body floating at the top of his tank, it really made me think about how short life is (for fish).  I was shocked for a couple seconds, until I realized I was going to miss the bus, then I quickly wrote a note to my parents saying, "Squilly is dead," and left for school.  Because my dad had the nerve to throw Squilly away instead of giving him a proper burial, we will have a symbolic funeral.  You know how Squilly loved his symbolism, that little devil.

(half mast is too high for this one creds to myself)

As Hazel Grace explains in TFIOS, "Funerals are not for the dead, but the living."  At Squilly's memorial, we will talk about the fun memories we had with him, not his moment of death.  Back when Squilly lived on my bathroom counter, we had many good times.  I remember, on the first day I had him, I wanted to see what music he was into so I put on some Fifth Harmony.  Squilly and I got turnt, he was even dancing around in his little one gallon paradise.  The months when Squilly was in my life were some of the best.  See ya in the next life, Squilly.  Mikelle out.